I’ve been spontaneously smiling today.Â I can’t seem to stop.Â I believe it’s the prospect of words that has me walking around the house breaking out into ear to ear grins at random.Â I’ve started rereading Jack Kerouac’s novel, On the Road, in preparation for my trip to Spain next week.Â I’m also taking along some W.H. Auden which I …

I imagine revolutions start in coffee houses like this one Down a side street in Pamplona, below ground in a place that smells like history No tourists or would be writers here only a merry band of brothers Who vow to right the social wrongs of society through force of arms A revolutionary makes revolutions his highest order of duty …

I am one big mass of jumbled craziness insanity sweeps over me urging me somewhere forward to a place I’ve never been, a road I don’t know. I’ve got the shakes again I want to speed the journey to its end

My mind is fair to mild this morning I sense a storm forming thunder hides the conflict in my head lightening reveals her cherry red pants on my bed quietly she stands misunderstood a rebel between causes she pauses but does not stop to think why I could not die for the stars on her back Louise your love is …

The world is closing in I cannot see the sky. Trapped like the wings of a butterfly between the fingers of little boys. The Shadow lingers waiting for me to falter, And like the panther in the wings, dark and sullen, ready to pounce and rip the bones from my flesh I question the darkness, but no counsel hear. Voices …